Damien Thorn (antichrist_ceo) wrote in shipsahoy, @ 2016-02-04 01:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! fandom stop: beacon hills, ! scene, jerome valeska (gingermaniac) |
Who: Damien Thorn and Jerome Valeska
When: Wednesday night
Where: Streets of Beacon Hills
What: Stabbing, attempted murder.. and potential friendship?
Rating: High for blood, violence, profanity
Status: Closed; in progress
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Damien continued to find himself very interested in this town for as long as they were here so far. It didn't appear to be remarkable, looked just like any other normal town in California. But there was something else. He had a suspicion that he wasn't the only non-human person here, or even on the ship before this. But there was more than that. So much more. There was power. Something dangerous, hidden, powerful, ancient. He could feel it. He knew it was here. Somewhere. The problem was that he couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact source or location of it. And for a being like him, knowing something of value or use was present and yet not having answers, it was a little unnerving. Beyond that, he didn't see a reason to go through with his usual plans when in a new city. Which is, use his wealth and influence to buy up property, start a business, set up a branch of the company in the current town, or buy out a business, something to have his name on. He hadn't seen much to impress him into doing such here... maybe the next place. Though, he wasn't even sure if he had access to his extensive funds by now. Failing that, he didn't see a reason to start up a cult of followers as he hadn't yet run into any like minded people like himself, or believers in his Father.
But one good thing, though? The rave party that he had heard being hosted. All week long. That proved a nice distraction. He had needed to unwind, and going the past couple days already had been very good. If he couldn't do business here, then he would do well with pleasure instead. He had even gone there tonight, this time dressed in dark jeans and black shirt, with a coat. He had left it about fifteen minutes ago to make his way back to the hotel for a little break, planning to return in an hour or so. As he walked, he could sense potential danger. But of course that was the norm here for some reason, but he wasn't afraid in the least. He was Damien Thorn. The Beast. Antichrist, Son of Perdition, spawned from Lucifer and inheritor of his infernal kingdom and the power it represented. Fear wasn't something he was familiar with as others. Then again, he wasn't exactly normal himself. He smiled to himself, wondering what sort of mischief he could get into before the end of the week..